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8/4/10

These mist covered mountainsAre a home now for meBut my home is the lowlandsAnd always will beSome day you'll return toYour valleys and your farmsAnd you'll no longer burnTo be brothers in arm

Through these fields of destructionBaptism of fireI've watched all your sufferingAs the battles raged higherAnd though they did hurt me so badIn the fear and alarmYou did not desert meMy brothers in arms

There's so many different worldsSo many different sunsAnd we have just one worldBut we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hellAnd the moon's riding highLet me bid you farewellEvery man has to dieBut it's written in the starlightAnd every line on your palmWe're fools to make warOn our brothers in arms.